The Clothes Line

Hand in hand they dance in a row,

Hither and thither, and to and fro,

Flip! Flap! Flop! And away they go-

Fluttering creatures as white as snow,

Like restive horses they caper and prance,

Like fairy tale witches they wildly dance.

Rounded in front but hollow behind,

They shiver and skip in merry march wind,

One I saw dancing excitedly,

Struggling so wildly till she was free,

Then, leaving pegs and clothes line behind her,

She flew like a bird and no one could find her.

I saw her gleam like a snail in the sun,

Flipping and flapping and flopping for fun

Nobody knows where she can be,

Hid in a ditch or drowned in the sea,

She was my handkerchief not long ago,

But she will never come back to my pocket,

I know.

By Sanya Nauman

DA Model High School